Isla only accepted it after she asked me more questions that only two of us know the answers to. She was convinced finally, she cried, questioned the possibility, hugged me tight and didn’t want to let go.
I let her do all of that, patting her gently.
And later, I told her about who was behind my accident, and my little revenge scheme.
“Wait. The message on the board yesterday… was your doing?” She seemed surprised and shocked.
“Yes.”
“But—“ she sighed, “isn’t that going to hurt you? You’re in Kayla’s body now, what if the cops arrest you?”
I swallowed hard when she mentioned this. I couldn’t tell her the truth about my hundred days. And that I might be leaving her again soon for the underworld. That’d only break her even more.
“It’s—“ I couldn’t find the right words to explain. At
